I thought that I had blogged this, but a friend needed it and I couldn’t find it.
This is what is wrong with SF in two ways:
One, there is an element of truth to many of the observations and implied rules in this.
Two, blindly following all of these rules will result in bland, unreadable mush.
Writing is like goulash – first you steal a chicken, then you through everything that you can find into the pot.